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I love this shot of the children squatting in the garden. It reminds me of gardening. Different seeds sprouted and they grew into a beautiful living being with its own personality. These are the little buddhas I took care of … Continue reading →

A simple invitation I sent out to different organizations offering my services as a volunteer. To my surprise, Aids Baby Centre (ABC) accepted my invitation. On May 8, I arrived at Chiangmai from Vancouver, BC, Canada. I received a warm … Continue reading →

There are so many activities that are worthwhile today. Which walk should I attend?When I started planning today’s walk, the first option I chose was AIDs walk. I have supported this walk since I have I know people who have this disease. Now, it’s just another illness like a common cold. The only thing is there is no cure, only prevention. It is a good cause.Suddenly, invitations to go out for walk came up such as:

These walks are about Reconciliation. I think it will be a gathering of all Nations to walk towards reconciliation. Reconciliation is a good thing in order to have peace and unity.

It will be a very interesting day.Not only I will be with esteemed leaders such as Suzuki and the Elders, Dr. Bernice A. King, a Baptist minister and the youngest child of iconic U.S. civil rights activist Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., will deliver the keynote address at the start of Canada’s first-ever Walk for Reconciliation.Sorry, Aid Walk Vancouver some other day. I have a better offer.Related Links:

Hi Uncle Cee: I was pondering on what you wrote about the Holy Mother; how it helped you deal with losing the love of your life. And was reflecting on Mama Mary how she dealt with grief.

What was grieving like for her?

How long did she grieve, when did she recover and what methods did she use?

Who were the people who supported her during that time?

How did she continue living life without Jesus Christ, losing the love of her life?

What was it like for her to see the love of her life, Jesus Christ, suffered, crucified, put to death and buried?

Grief somehow opens up more questions. Just like you, I questioned God and still do: WHY? Why can’t you just take away Jan right now, why can’t you give her what she wants right now, Jan wants to die right now. For years, 5 or longer, I watched Jan deteriorate, withering away, angry at God. Divine Retribution she says. I say the God I know is loving, kind and merciful.Jan asked me to take her to a place to be euthanized. My response was that she is not a cat; I can’t help her. Morbid sense of humour but Jan likes the blackness of it. Did God answer my questions, maybe He did. Did I hear what God was whispering to the ears of my heart? No. I was too busy listening to Jan and my heart ached for Jan.When I shared the Celebration of Life for Jan, I know I have arrived to that peaceful place where I can think of her fondly. No tears, somehow tears won’t come and my heart is glowing with sweet surrender.How strange this grief I have for Jan in comparison to the death of my Mother. And I know the next time someone dies close to my heart; it will be a different experience; for nothing can prepare me how I will feel. I would have thought that since I welcome death as part of living, since I have taken cared of people with AIDs, since I have been trained to volunteer and counsel in the Hospice of St. Michael, I am well equipped. Not really, I just have to have to go through it and enjoy the ride.I am alright, Uncle Cee. Thank you for your help, prayers and concerns. I hope I may be an instrument to your peace. I am here just a click away. Pax tecum. PerpetuaThis is in response to DP Challenge: Writing Challenge Starting Over. It’s fun. Come and join us.